Chapter 54 #2
Micah grinds up into me, and the sensation lights me on fire. I need more. Need him. Not through the pants this time.
Ripping myself away from his kisses, I move toward his pelvis. Micah tries to follow me, but I put a hand on his chest and push him back down.
“Stay.”
With a shudder, he obeys, and it makes a shudder run through me as well.
I see the tent in his pants now too, and I hook my fingers into them, yanking them down.
Micah lifts his hips to help, and there, in front of me, is that glorious dick I’ve been thinking about since seeing him in the shower.
It bobs out of his underwear straight and proud, and I stare at it, mouth watering.
“Mads,” Micah whimpers as it throbs.
He wants this. Wants me to make him feel good. The heady sort of power that rushes through me lights my nerve endings on fire, and I pull his pants all the way off.
Micah’s exposed in front of me, his dick so hard it hits his stomach.
Micah sets both feet on the bed, opening himself up further, and now I can see his ass. His pretty ass that he’s just opened up to me, legs spread so I can see exactly what he’s offering to me.
For a second, all I can do is stare.
“Lube in the drawer,” Micah gasps.
I don’t want to look away. Micah’s hole pulses, and fuck if I don’t throb alongside it. In the nightstand drawer? I open it, and sure enough, next to the hotel Bible is a bottle of lube.
I snatch it up, and as I turn back around, fear hits me. Am I really going to do this? What if I do it wrong? What if I hurt him?
My face seems to be an open book to Micah because he says, “You’re not going to hurt me. Just go slow. And lots of lube.”
I suck in a breath. Why does it feel like Micah is topping me right now?
“Can I see you?” There’s a note of pleading in Micah’s voice. I look at him, and he’s staring at my crotch.
I raise my eyebrows. “What do you say?”
“Please.” The answer is immediate, making a shiver of delight run through me. I step out of my restricting pants so fast, and relief hits me as my dick springs free.
Micah groans. “Can I touch it?”
I get on the bed so his crotch is right in front of mine. “Touch it, but don’t get me off.”
Micah nods, and his warm hand wraps around my shaft, stroking it. I stiffen. He feels so fucking good.
I open the lube, drizzling it over my hands so it warms up, then I grab Micah’s dick. He stiffens, pumping his dick up into my hand.
I jerk him off, then switch hands. My other hand moves down to his balls, massaging them, and Micah moans harder. My heart is racing, and I dip my fingers lower until I feel his tight hole.
“Mads.” Micah bucks so he’s closer to me. “More.”
I circle his hole, watching his every move. I’ve had more than my share of things up my ass, so I know a finger won’t hurt as long as it’s lubed up enough. Still, I worry.
I suck in a breath and press against his hole. There’s resistance, and for a moment I hesitate.
“More, Mads,” Micah begs.
So, I press harder. My finger presses through the ring of tight muscles, and immediately I’m sucked into his warmth.
I groan. He’s so warm and soft and fuck, it feels so goddamn good.
Micah tightens around me, and he moans. For a second, I’m afraid I went too fast, but then he rocks into me. “More.”
More fingers? I pull my index finger out, coating my middle finger in lube as well. Micah’s hole has closed up nice and pretty again, and this time, when I press my fingers against his hole, I grab his dick with my other hand and stroke. I know the bite of pain feels best mixed with pleasure.
Micah stiffens, arching into me. For a moment, I’m distracted getting the right pacing with my left hand, then I remember I’m also supposed to be stretching him out. So slowly, I press my two fingers in.
There’s more resistance this time, so I kneed the pressure, and my middle finger slips in, followed by my index.
I watch his hole suck me into him, and an immediate bolt of tingling pleasure rips through my entire body. His muscles clench, and he pulls me deeper to my knuckles.
I ease them in and out, my dick throbbing. Micah’s body accepts me, and more than that, he’s pulling me in. I remember to jack him off and slide my fingers at the same time.
Micah stiffens, then he’s grunting. The sound makes goosebumps tingle across the back of my neck. He likes it. Loves it, even.
I pick up the pace, and Micah stiffens. He wheezes, a pained breath escaping his lips.
I blink and look up at him. Micah’s hand is over his abdomen, and his face is scrunched up.
“Are you okay?”
Micah doesn’t respond right away, and his brows stay furrowed. Like he’s in pain.
Immediately, I let go of him and pull out. “Micah.”
“Huh?” He cracks an eye open. “What are you doing? Don't stop!” But he doesn’t take his hand away from his stomach.
The protective instinct I had for Minky settles over me, followed by that calculated sort of calm. “What hurts?”
“Sorry, I don’t know why it’s hurting so bad right now. You can keep going.” Then, Micah coughs.
Like fuck.
I’m up over him, trying to move his hand. Coughing isn’t good. It has to be from Arthur. Of course it is. Why didn’t I think of that?
Vaguely, I realize that I feel this toward animals all the time, but now toward Micah?
“Let me see.”
Micah laughs me off. “You should see the other guy.”
I level Micah with a glare. I went to school for this shit. Clearly he’s injured, and he’s trying to play it off like I’m stupid.
I’m not stupid.
He’ll let me take care of him, or so help me, I’ll tie him to this damn bed and then take care of him. Micah isn’t in control of this part of the game. I am.